Tale of the Magical Son (Unknown Updates)

Tales and Stories

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I am back on break for a bit so Ima be busing it away.  Now in the comments i will say what everything sorta mean if I think you need it.  Unless feel free to ask  1 question about the chapter or universe .

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England continued his terrifying journey towards America's old room (aka UK'S current room).  He hadn't done anything to trigger or upset the American.  Had he? 

Whatever the case England was going to fix it even if it meant violently.  England himself was not the most peaceful of the specimen of mankind.  No, he was born into violence therefore that was all he knew.  Every little solution could be solved with violence.  That was all he was raised for anyway.  A mere solider who under unconventional circumstances had gotten rule of large amounts of land.

He...honestly was never fit to rule.

That is all in the past however.  He had made his fair share of mistakes in the beginning and those vikings made it all the harder, but like stated all in the past.  America, his son, was his problem now, and as much as England hated it.  He needed to break America out of the prison named blissful ignorance.

-knock-

England knocked on the door, before just walking in uninvited.  He soon enough came across to America who was just staring at the window to who knows what. 

"You made quite the scene", England said walking towards his navie son.

England waited for a response but America gave none.  England just fixed himself and placed a hand on America's shoulders.  "Would you like to talk about it?", he slowly asked.

"I heard about what you did in Matchuess", America said plainly his eyes focusing on the dresser.

England took his hand off.  "In our defense they were asking for it", England said cursing their names in his head.  He trusted them enough to send America and they corrupted his eldest.

"The massacre. That is what people started calling it", America said before pausing. "I also heard about how you burned thousands of villages initially not that I care father.  Probably should care, but I don't. Isn't that something", America said turning his head toward England with a blank expression.

"..."

England let out a long sigh before making his way to UK'S bed and patting beside him.  America obliged and sat next to his father.  It reminded him of childhood.  "I think it is time I told you a story.  No this will not be like most of my tales of people fighting for what they love but rather a realistic one.  Full of mistakes and human nature.  Let me tell you a story of how your brother came to be", England started.

"Okay I am listening" , America said after a pause.  That was a question that had long not been answered.

(All told from the perspective of England)

Twas a busy morning like so many other before it.  Many projects needed to be done , and many many more were often not left uncompleted.  One of these times I was planning out to make a monsterity of a guardian that would protect the people of my kingdom aswell scare off any enemies.  Now this was back then when machinery was little and the people such as wizarda relied on magic rather than technological advances to survive the beasts of today so I couldn't just crafted this beast from thin air. 

No, I had to set out to find another magic caster or magic welder to aid me in my journey, but it seemed like everyone's favorite word was "No", at the time.  It was getting more and more difficult to find a willing partner so I set outward of my kingdom.  I set out for the Scottish lands hoping that anyone would say yes.  Ther were all a bunch of drinks afterall.

I soon came across a bar filled with tall muscular stinky men and made my way through there.  I knew that he would be the type to indulge in these places.  He was a drunk afterall like many of his kind.  I try not share ye with the deranged details of the conversation, but I convinced the brute to aid me in the making of my guardian.  Honestly I think it  was mainly boredom that fully convinced him.  When you run a military as strictly as he does, things are bound to get boring.

Anyhow we made our place to Scotland's old magic havoc place.  You could say gravity was even shifted there. Like a good Stewart, I began to put my armor and prepare myself for the spell casting.  I reread the spell in my head with no help of Scotland being so very obnoxious and rude. *ahem*  Eventually I was ready and we began the spell.  

Everything was going as planned until it...well wasn't.  I got distracted mkdway and the spell became erratic.  We tried to stop it , but it soon became static.  Everything exploded and big pillars of rock appeared around the spell place. 

"Did it work", I asked loudly to the air.

I slowly approached the center and what I see is not a monster or guardian,  but your brother.  Of course the spell didn't  provide clothing so your brother was initially naked and he blessed me with the stinking of my armor.  (In other words he peed on England.)  And that's is where I brought him back and to you.

(Out of England's perspective)

"Sometimes ,son, we have to do things...sacrifice things for the better good, and at the time.  I thought that by burning villages, shooting citizens will help with the striving of my kingdom.  You cannot be a good person and a functional country at the same time afterall", England finished off the story.

"What if I don't want to be a country that is only functional when the king is or whatevers is functional?  What if I was to be a good person?", America asked,  "What if I want to care about things my citizens care about?  What if I want a republic?".

"America that is an untested idea. There could be bounds of possibilities that could be wrong..  As your father I do not want you to get hurt", England said sensing something rise in the American.

"THE DUTCH DO IT!", America semi yelled. 

"The Dutch have resources and a striving economy", England said sensing the flames of hell near him. 

"Why can't I? I got the resources and the fuck we can make something without an economy!", America said standing up with a glint in his eye.  "Now I understand.  Thank you father ", America said before leaving the room.

"...", England sat there without words.  He accidentally fed a fire instead of putting it out.  Grated that fire was already burning even before he sent America away to his own lands.  There was no stopping it. Was there?

Words: 11111

Date made: Nov.25, 2021

(After written: I realize how choppy this is...Hopefully the next one is better)